Dear Faux Fall, You are a tease; promising delight but delivering nothing but tastes of heaven that disappear by noon. You fool the golden rod. The sourwood blushes at your promises. But your 55 degree mornings don’t fool me. I know the birds are joyously singing, all of them awake and happier than they have … Continue reading Faux Fall
The Air I Breathe
There are some songs that transport us instantly back to a certain time and place. Music is a time machine of sorts. The first notes play and I remember exactly how I felt, sad or happy, heartbroken or elated. I feel the same emotions as if it was happening in the present. There is a … Continue reading The Air I Breathe
A God Who Weeps
I am grateful for a God who weeps. When grief slips into my life like fog floating low in the mountains, I know I am understood. Lately, melancholy is hanging around again. A silent companion. So silent I didn’t even know it was there. Could be because it’s been 2 years since Mom’s service. Maybe … Continue reading A God Who Weeps
Dear World Cup Fans
Dear World Cup Fans, I have been watching you. I have seen your enthusiasm for your sport and your country. The joy you carry has lifted my spirits. The most meaningful part has been the love you have shown to us here in the U.S. The beauty of our country, the hospitality, the vastness has … Continue reading Dear World Cup Fans
Missing Dad
Sitting on my screened porch this morning. I am joined by 27 birdsongs, so far…3 kinds of Warblers, Titmice, 4 kinds of Woodpeckers, Blackbirds, Wrens, Hawks, Crows, Cardinals, Nuthatches, Towhees, Gnatcatchers, Cowbirds, 2 kinds of Sparrows, Vireos, Finches, Blue Jays, Robins, Thrush, Phoebes, Catbirds and Chickadees. I breathe in the cool morning air. Deep into … Continue reading Missing Dad
The Old Man
At our favorite coffee shop, Bill and I were talking about ways to use imagination to create characters whether in writing or acting. "For example," he said, "look at this man coming up the stairs. What do you think his story could be?" My mind took off with possibilities and this post is my attempt … Continue reading The Old Man
Monet’s Forest
I walked through a painting today...or it felt like it anyway. Spring is one of my favorite seasons because of the greens. There are so many shades; too many to name. Hues and tints begin at the foot of the mountain and work their way up, and it’s not planting time until the trees are … Continue reading Monet’s Forest
Southern Women
Southern women have a reputation. We bring food. Funeral? Food. Wedding? Food. Sickness? Food. Hangnail? Fire? Flood? Stubbed toe? Food. We have been accused of being disingenuous. Hypocritical. Pretentious. But here’s the thing, we keep on bringing food. We were taught how to do this by our mothers and their mothers. Being hospitable is an … Continue reading Southern Women
Getting Out of the Sandbox
As a retired teacher, I remember back when playgrounds for preschool children had sandboxes. I also recall that the sandbox was the place that required the most intervention from me, because it required “getting along with others” more so than the other apparatuses. The arguments usually started over trivial matters. “He took my shovel.” or … Continue reading Getting Out of the Sandbox
A Stunning Display
I thought it was a drone. I was driving down the road and out of the corner of my eye I caught some movement. A dark object hovering or falling maybe. I live in the country, so drones aren’t the norm. Turning to get a better look, I saw that it was not a drone … Continue reading A Stunning Display
Michelle's Mosaic 